Inside an empty conference room on the upper floor of the Mafia building, the two top assassins of the Zoldyck Family had cornered Chrollo Lucilfer, leader of the Phantom Troupe, and were locked in fierce combat.
Old Man Zeno, in particular, was using Dragon Head: Dragon Lance to constantly restrict Chrollo's space for dodging and moving, creating an opportunity for his son to land a killing blow. Silva was no less aggressive, constantly moving rapidly to find the right moment to strike.
Clearly, Chrollo had no chance of winning this battle from the start. Even if he managed, by luck, to severely injure or kill one of them using the various bizarre Nen abilities in Skill Hunter, the remaining assassin would easily seize the opening and kill him.
Therefore, he didn't intend to win the battle at all; he was simply stalling for time, doing his utmost. As long as Illumi finished dealing with the Ten Dons, the two Zoldyck Family members would naturally stop pursuing the Troupe.
Unfortunately, Chrollo clearly underestimated Zeno's professional integrity and, even more so, his competitive nature. The old man keenly seized an opening, immediately dashed forward at extreme speed, and swung his fists rapidly, simultaneously planting one foot firmly on Chrollo's knee, making it impossible for him to move or dodge.
"Now! Do it!" Zeno shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Understood!" Silva swiftly condensed two enormous Nen orbs in his hands and smashed them down fiercely.
Boom!
Following the loud crash, the sturdy reinforced concrete was smashed apart, and the entire room was filled with thick smoke and dust.
Just as Silva prepared to confirm the target's status, his mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He didn't hesitate and pressed the answer button: "Hello. Illumi?"
"Where is my client?" Illumi asked in a toneless voice.
"He's here," Silva replied without thinking.
While they were talking, both Zeno and Chrollo emerged from beneath the collapsed wall. Their disheveled appearance showed they had sustained varying degrees of injury, but none seemed severe.
Illumi clearly heard the commotion over the phone and immediately realized what was happening: "You're fighting. Is my client still alive?"
"Yes, he's alive. If you had called a bit later, I couldn't say for sure." Silva's tone held a hint of regret.
"Nearly dead? That was close. Tell him I've dealt with the Ten Dons. Remember to wire the payment into my account. That's all."
Just as Illumi was about to hang up, the tightly shut door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and Allen walked in from outside, accompanied by Bodoro, Baise, and Lupos. He first glanced at the severely damaged walls around them and then addressed Silva directly: "If you don't mind, could you lend me your phone? I need Illumi's help with a small favor."
"No problem. Here." Silva tossed the phone over without a second thought.
Allen caught it, immediately placed it to his ear, and asked, "Illumi, you've finished off all the Ten Dons now, correct?"
"Correct. They are all dead men now. What, do you want me to manipulate them to do something?" Illumi clearly knew or guessed what was coming.
"Please manipulate them to wire thirty billion Jenny into my account. Because I've killed ten Phantom Troupe members, that's my deserved reward." Allen curled his lips into a devilish smile while watching the Troupe leader who had just climbed back to his feet.
When Chrollo heard this, the expression on his face instantly froze, followed by a slight, uncontrollable tremor throughout his body, and his eyes blazed with intense anger and hatred.
"Huh? Ten? That's genuinely astonishing news. Who were they? You didn't happen to kill Hisoka too, did you?" Illumi immediately started showing concern for his best friend.
"Don't worry, Hisoka made a deal with me. He's not, strictly speaking, a Phantom Troupe member, but rather my spy planted within the Troupe. Thanks to him, I was able to fulfill some of the conditions for acquiring abilities early on, and I knew the Troupe's every move." Allen plunged a knife into Chrollo's heart again using the cruelest possible method.
As the saying goes, it takes a wicked man to deal with a wicked man. The best way to deal with a band of thieves like the Troupe, who lacked any moral compass and cared nothing for their own or others' lives, was to destroy what they valued most, making them feel pain before they died. Deep, soul-searing agony. They should let out their final, mournful cries in despair and regret! Only then could justice be served to the innocent who died.
"Oh. If that's the case, then it's no problem; I'll handle it. Also, remember to make Chrollo pay the money before you kill him, or I'll have done this job for nothing." Illumi was truly the eldest son of the Zoldyck Family of assassins, maintaining a calm demeanor from beginning to end, without the slightest fluctuation in his tone.
Allen gave a guarantee with a wry smile: "If he dies before paying, I'll send you two bottles of potion as compensation the next time we meet."
"Really? That's great. Kill Chrollo right now. I want your potion more than the money." Illumi instantly showed how quickly one's priorities could flip.
One moment he was worried about whether the client could settle the bill before dying; the next, he wanted the client to die immediately. After all, money could be earned again, but a potion that could instantly restore a person from severe injury or near death was unique to Allen.
"Sorry, as much as I want to, the problem is that I already promised Hisoka I'd leave Chrollo for him. You know how annoying that guy is; if I don't keep my promise, he'll likely cling to me forever. What's more, Machi is the last Troupe member unaccounted for, and I don't want a single fish to slip through the net in what was otherwise a perfect hunt." Allen sighed regretfully, while simultaneously continuing to prick the leader's most sensitive nerves.
Because if Chrollo were to attack first, Allen could simply strangle this "source of all evil" under the pretext of self-defense. Unfortunately, Chrollo was clearly not the type to be blinded by anger and hatred. Instead of taking action himself, he proactively asked Silva and Zeno: "I have someone I want killed right now; are you interested in taking the job?"
"If you mean him, I'm afraid I have to say no. Because you can't afford the price," Silva refused expressionlessly.
"How much?" Chrollo didn't give up after just one sentence. He knew that successfully hiring the two top Zoldyck Family assassins would determine whether the Phantom Troupe died here tonight or rose from the ashes with broken bodies.
"One Trillion Jenny," Silva sneered, stating a despair-inducing figure. To be precise, this wasn't an amount that even ordinary wealthy individuals could produce. Although the Phantom Troupe had plundered many treasures, they also spent a lot, and they certainly didn't have that much money in their account right now.
"Why is he worth that much?" Chrollo narrowed his eyes and questioned.
Silva immediately held up three fingers: "First, he is a figure of interest to Netero, the Chairman of the Hunter Association and the strongest Nen user alive, someone who also wishes to fight him. Second, his aura capacity is terrifying, and his abilities are exceptionally dangerous and troublesome; even we aren't completely confident of victory. Third, he is already being watched by eyes from a higher dimension. Surely you understand what that means?"
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